Character’s Perspective – Riley visits Tori Carsons Blog.

Riley, from Cassie’s Choice, was interviewed over at Tori Carson’s blog. My characters love doing their own interviews but some how it always ends up causing trouble between my alphas, each one thinking they are more interesting and popular than the other. Thank goodness my heroines are better behaved ;)

You can check out what Riley had to say here:







Always Cambridge *New Release* by @AuthorHKCarlton

cambridge72First I’d like to thank Donna for allowing me to unveil my Always Cambridge saga series here. I’m beyond excited to finally see this series published.


The Cambridge idea started with a dream; a boy and a girl on a rooftop. I jotted down that one scene when I woke up and then the story expounded in all directions from there. So much so, that the rooftop scene does not actually take place, until book four and it only vaguely resembles the scene that I originally dreamt.


I wrote the entire first book thinking it was a stand-alone. Just Always Cambridge, and nothing more. But every time I went to bedthat’s where I do most of my thinking; my tales are like bedtime stories for meit wouldn’t leave me in peace. I still had unanswered questions and more story began to unravel. I had to go back and tie up the details; until I was satisfied that Holly’s story was complete. Several years, and six books later, I’m confident that the entire story has been told. And I just can’t wait to share it. The characters have come to mean so much to me; they’ve been with me so long.


The first book is narrated in first person, from the point of view of two of the main characters; Holly Cambridge and her bodyguard, Randy Phillips. And as the series unfolds, a few different voices and views are incorporated as new characters are introduced.


This series ultimately follows Holly from age nine well into her forties.It is violent and angsty, but sweet and romantic in parts too. This is not like some of my other material. The first took is quite tame and appropriate for Holly’s age. The sexual content and violence amps up as the saga continues. And books three and four, get downright explicit, as Holly matures. The AC series comes many unexpected twists and turns, that I hope readers might not anticipate. And my fondest wish is that people fall in love with the players and the story, as I did in the creating of it.


Thanks again, Donna.



The Always Cambridge Series chronicles the life of Holly Cambridge through her tumultuous childhood and violent teen years and the consequences that stem from being the daughter of mob boss, Bill Cambridge.



Always Cambridge Book One


He is her guardian, but she’ll do anything within her power, to protect him.

His only duty is to keep her safe, but he can’t save her.


Holly Cambridge is just a typical kid, or so she thinks, until one day, she takes a good look around and realizes her friends don’t have bodyguards dogging their every step.


At the age of sixteen, Holly is assigned a new bodyguard, Randy Phillips. He is a tall, muscular, God-like force in the young, impressionable and lonely girl’s life. He is her friend, her confident, her conscience, and the older man she adores beyond reason.


Randy Phillips is fully aware of his young charge’s adolescent crush on him. Although he is flattered by the adulation, he maintains a safe distance and professional demeanour until Holly is wounded in a rival family blood feud, and the course of both their lives is changed forever.


Advisory : This book is the first of a series. It ends with a ‘to be continued’.

But the good thing about this series is you won’t have to wait years between instalments. eXtasy Books will release a new book, the first of every month until the conclusion in September.






Patrick appeared in the doorway of Cambridge’s office. I’d been sitting here all goddamn afternoon trying to figure out what was up with the computer system when all I wanted to do was get back to Holly. It was times like these that I realized I still had a lot to learn. Maybe I should have let her come with me. She would have diagnosed the problem and had it fixed by now. And she’d be with me and I wouldn’t be worried about her and my stomach wouldn’t hurt. I rubbed the back of my neck again trying to brush away the cold feeling.


“Randy! They’ve been hit.”


“Shit! Which patrol?” I asked still distracted. When Paddy didn’t answer right away I looked to where he stood in the door. He was pale and I could see him trembling from where I sat.


“Jeffy and Dale,” he answered gravely.


A cold hole punched into my chest. “Holly?”


He nodded once. “They’re all down.”


I raced past him, pulling on my coat as I ran. I jammed into the nearest car in the courtyard, a whole procession of them were ready to leave. “Hurry the fuck up!” I yelled.


Everyone in the car was talking as we pulled away. I didn’t listen. I couldn’t. My head was buzzing. It was full of noise. My chest hurt. I felt cold but I could feel sweat beading on my forehead and running down my back.


Could we not go any fuckin’ faster?


“Are the cops there?” Someone asked.


“Yeah, cops are everywhere. EMT’s are there too.”


I felt like I was going to jump out of my own skin. “Hurry the fuck up,” I cursed at them as we came to a stop.


“Fuck off, Phillips. I’m goin’ as fast as I can. Traffics backed up because of the…”


I didn’t hear the rest. I couldn’t take it anymore. I bolted from the car and ran towards the food bank. About a block away, I was stopped by cops barring anyone entrance. They had barricades up and yellow tape to keep people out.


Fuck! I had to get to her. I should have been there!


I looked around. Down the alley. Up to the rooftops.


I pushed the guy in front of me hard, so he’d collide with the cop who wouldn’t let me through. While they wrestled, I sprinted down the alleyway, through the back door of the bakery, ran through the store and out the front door. Now I was on the inside of the barricades. There were people everywhere. I kept my head down, moving without being noticed.


The rest of the guys arrived at the cordoned off area. I heard the Cambridge name and the cops into a fuckin’ frenzy. I took off, using them as a distraction. There would be some arrests, I knew. We were armed for this war.


As I approached the food bank I saw broken glass everywhere. The plate glass windows were gone from every store in the vicinity, shattered. As I moved closer to the black Cambridge car I could see that it was riddled with bullet holes.


I saw Dale first. He was face down, his body half on the sidewalk, half on the road. Behind the car, a pool of blood ran like a rivulet down the crease between the curb and the road.


Holly! My mind screamed her name.


Everything around me seemed to be moving in slow motion. Even me. I wanted to go faster but I couldn’t seem to get my body to catch up with my racing mind.


The only thing I could hear was my own ragged breathing and my heartbeat drumming in my ears, and the blaring sirens off in the distance.




Jeffy was on his back, closer to the building. The back of his head was gone.




Trent lay face down on the sidewalk. His big body blocking the door of the food bank, as if he tried to put himself between the bullets and…Holly!


An ambulance was backed up against the curb, back doors wide open. Cops stood in front of the store entrance, taking pictures and numbering spent casings.


Fuck! They were all dead!





Always Cambridge is available now @eXtasy Books


Other buy links will be added HEREas they become available

(estimated Amazon launch date April 9)



H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of Historical, Erotic & Contemporary Romance.

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July 1

August 1

September 1, 2014

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General Release: 9th May 2014

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Early Download: 9th May 2014

General Release: 6th June 2014


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Kat Latham is On the Bench

There is nothing I love more than a good sports romance but if you know me at all you can appreciate that I have a special place in my heart for rugby themed books. So I was thrilled when the awesome Kat Latham agreed to visit downunder and showcase her new release Playing it Close, book two in the London Legends series. Kat Latham is a California girl who moved to Europe the day after graduating from UCLA, ditching her tank tops for raincoats. She taught English in Prague and worked as an editor in London before she and her British husband moved to the Netherlands. Kats other career involves writing and editing for charities, and shes traveled to Kenya, Ethiopia and India to meet heroic people helping their communities survive disasters. Kat writes novels about the world’s sexiest rugby team. - *** D- that would be rugby union Kat, my Jets boys are the sexiest rugby league team ;) You can usually find Kat on her blog (, Twitter (@KatrinaLatham), Facebook ( and Goodreads. She hopes youll hang out with her there! Playing-It-Close-by-Kat-Latham-300-pxPlaying It Close Book two of the London Legends Where do you go to escape everything when you’re one of the most famous rugby players in the world? For Liam Callaghan, that place is a remote lodge on Venezuela’s Caribbean coast. Perfect, except he doesn’t exactly want to be alone with his thoughts. Enter Tess Chambers, the ultimate distraction. Still reeling from a professional disaster that’s made her all but unemployable, Tess understands the desire to move through life as somebody else. So when instantly recognizable Liam uses a fake name, she runs with it and creates a temporary new identity of her own. Their time spent together in paradise is idyllic but brief after one passionate night, Liam wakes up to find Tess gone. Returning to London, he’s shocked to learn she’s taken a job with his team’s new sponsor. As the Legends’ captain, he’ll have to not only figure out how to work with the one woman who ever left him wanting more, but also convince her that their feelings in the present mean more than any lies they’ve told in the past. Barnes & Noble: Carina Press: Google Play: iBooks: Goodreads: Read Chapter One: Kats social media accounts: Twitter: Facebook: Newsletter: Website: Visit Kat at Give Me Books Blog


Kat Latham is On the Bench

What was the first book you had published? My first book was Knowing the Score, which is the first in my London Legends series about the world’s hottest rugby team. Rugby union, anyway. ;) ***D- I’m glad you made that distinction Kat ;) What was your initial reaction when offered that first contract? I found out that Carina Press wanted to publish me just a few weeks after finding out I was pregnant with my first child. Both of those journeys—to publication and to pregnancy—took two and a half years. So, honestly? Getting that email from Angela James was very cool and very exciting, but it was the icing on the cake (the cake being the bun in my oven). I wrote on my blog at the time about how frustrating the two-plus years were when I wasn’t sure either dream would come true. I’m thrilled to say that being a published author and being a mama are both so much more rewarding than I ever could’ve expected. Of the books you have written is there one that holds a special place in your heart and why? Oh, that’s a great question! I love Knowing the Score because it was the first novel I ever wrote—and I rewrote it about a dozen times as I learned more about the craft of writing! But Playing It Close came to me so easily; the characters were so vivid, and my early readers have told me they love it the best. It’s hard not to have a favorite when you get feedback like that! Are you a disciplined writer or do you have to wait for the muse to arrive? Do you have a ritual that gets you in the mood? My writing habits have changed since having my daughter ten months ago. I used to wake up early—a couple of hours before I had to leave for work—and write at a cafe. Now my daughter gets me up at that time, so waking up earlier would mean getting up in the middle of the night. I think my husband would throw my phone across the room if the alarm went off at 4 a.m. Now I write whenever and wherever I can! What was the last book you read? I can’t tell you because it’s a book I judged for the Romance Writers of America RITA awards. ;) But I can tell you that I liked it. What are you working on now? I’m writing two stories, both in my London Legends rugby series. One’s a full-length novel, Tempting the Player, which will come out in November. It’s a friends-to-lovers story, which is something I love. The other’s a Christmas novella featuring a 6’9” second row. I like ‘em big. ;) What genre would you like to try and write that is different from your own? I would loooove to write a historical romance because I’m fascinated by 18th century British history. I tried it though, and it took me weeks to write a few pages because I kept looking up details. What kind of trousers would he be wearing? Which servant would’ve shown her to the drawing room? Would she even be invited to the drawing room? Gah! I have so much respect for historical novelists. When you receive edits are you Teary and Disillusioned or Feisty and Focussed? My editor, Deb Nemeth, is amazing. Her edits always make sense and always make my stories better. So while part of me dreads getting edits (Will I have time to do all the things she asks me to???), I also really look forward to getting her take on my stories. What is one thing in your books you’d like to try? You mean one thing my characters have done? Score the winning points in the Rugby World Cup. Pretty sure it won’t happen though. RU Heath ad

Now for some hard hitters with an Aussie flavour!

A sport /sportsperson that you watch? (C’mon there must be one) OR An embarrassing sporting memory. I have SO many embarrassing sporting memories, so I’ll ignore that question. We’d be here forever. As you may guess from the novels I write, I watch quite a bit of rugby. Favourite Aussie Author/Actor /Musician? Even though he’s gone, I’d have to say Heath Ledger. I had such a crush on him after Ten Things I Hate About You—and an even bigger one after Brokeback Mountain. Your view on Vegemite? Never tried it. I’m a big fan of Marmite, though, so that’s at least got four of the same letters. Formal dinner party or backyard barbeque? Barbeque, as long as there’s something veggie on the grill for me (and it’s not a portabella mushroom). Adventure holiday or relaxing by the pool? Adventure holiday. My favourite vacation was in India with my husband the year I turned 30. I’ve been back there for work, but to the same area. I’d love to go somewhere new. Favourite Aussie holiday place or one you’ve always wanted to visit? This is really embarrassing, but I was obsessed with Australia when I was a kid. I remember reading a novel about a kid who was kidnapped and escaped into the Outback and had to survive. For some reason, that convinced me Australia would be a fantastic place to live. My only other exposure to the country was Crocodile Dundee, so I greeted everyone with “G’day, mate” until my best friend threatened to stop hanging out with me. I no longer do that (promise!), but I would still love to go to Australia. In fact, I think Australia’s the sexiest country in the world. Gday

Tori Carson is On the Bench – Author Interview and Excerpt.

Today I welcome fellow Totally Bound author Tori Carson to On the Bench. Tori will be showcasing her new Desired Discipline series and has an excerpt from Bondage Wedding, guess I don’t have to tell you this is a BDSM series ;)

Tori lives a romance story every day of her life. She and her husband were high school sweethearts. Told by friends and family alike their relationship would never last,they were determined to prove that true love can stand the test of time. Thirty years later, their marriage is stronger than ever. Her handsome hubby is all things to her—lover, confidant, and most of all, her best friend. If there is one thing that Tori knows about it is everlasting love. And they always say to write what you know.

bondagewedding_800 (2)Well aware of her weakness, Amanda is determined to avoid bad boys. In her blog, Confessions of a Virgin Sex Addict, she encourages women to deny their baser instincts for a man with a gentle, artistic spirit.

No one suspects her secret life as the receptionist at the BDSM club, DiscipliNation.  It’s the perfect gig, friendly people, cushy hours, and enough pay to put her through school. All she has to do is pretend she is part of the lifestyle.

James, a professional bodyguard, has secretly admired Amanda for months. Night after night, he visits DiscipliNation, in hopes she will leave her receptionist desk and to play in the great hall.  When a stalker threatens to murder her, he offers to step in as Amanda’s protector, and in turn uncovers her secret life.

She isn’t the innocent little subbie. In her own words, she has used anyone and everyone to get what she wants. Is this stalker just a figment of her imagination?

Thrust together, they both must fight their bodily desires. Being near James twenty-four hours a day is an unbearable temptation. James knows he can protect Amanda from an attacker, but can he protect her from himself?


James faltered as he walked into the security office and saw Amanda, the dark-haired, blue-eyed temptress who had haunted his dreams for the last three months, with tears streaming down her face. As the receptionist for the kink club, DiscipliNation, Amanda was the primary reason he spent his evenings off wandering around the great hall. It was pathetic and it made him feel like a damned fool, since she barely gave him the time of day. Not that he expected anything else from a collared submissive.

“André,” James greeted the owner of DiscipliNation and nodded to Amanda. It was bad form to speak to another Dom’s sub without their permission. Though he had virtually stalked Amanda for months now, he had no idea whose collar she wore. Ashamed to be fixated with a taken submissive, he didn’t allow himself to investigate her. Except for little tidbits of gossip, he knew nothing of her past. Instead, he spent every available minute of his time in her proximity.

“James, thank you for coming. We’ve got a situation here and we need your help.” The gentlemen shook hands and André waved James to a chair beside Amanda.

The office was small, not much wider than a hallway. Amanda was sitting with her back to a bank of video screens documenting the activity both inside and on the grounds of the club. Tonight, DiscipliNation was hosting a special public event. To keep security manageable, the privacy rooms were closed, thus the screens for those cameras were turned off.

As James sat down, he caught a whiff of Amanda’s perfume. It was hard to describe. Without meaning to, he leaned closer, inhaling the elusive, but alluring scent. Damn it. He didn’t need another reason to be obsessed with her.

“Someone’s threatening Amanda and using the club’s closed circuit video system to do it. Show him the latest picture.” André pulled James’ thoughts back to the business at hand.

His protective instincts went into hyper-drive. He’d been a bodyguard long enough to know he needed to stay detached, yet with Amanda that wasn’t going to be easy. She had the girl-next-door look in spades. Her body had delicious curves that sent his imagination working overtime. But her innocent, pixie face made him feel world-weary. Though they were only a few years apart, he felt like a dirty old man. He would gladly protect her from any threat, but how would he protect her from himself?

Amanda scooted the envelope and the eight-by-ten color photo she’d received that afternoon toward James. The picture had been taken outside the club’s main building in an area that had been set up for fire-play. It was obvious the photo had been tampered with. Amanda’s face had been superimposed over another woman’s body. The picture was artistic in nature—red and orange flames contrasted against the grey smoke and black night. It was clear this frame of the video had been chosen with care. Why?

As many times as he’d visited the club, he’d never spotted Amanda in a play area. It looked to him like she never ventured beyond her desk in the lobby area. He knew that couldn’t be true. Why would anyone work at a kink club and not at least occasionally enjoy the benefits the facility had to offer?

James took a closer look at the photo. While he wasn’t into fire-play, he understood the scene wasn’t one of violence. However, the words ‘Roast Bitch’ written across the photo in red marker left little to the imagination. He doubted there would be any evidence to be garnered by the photo or envelope, but he was careful not to touch them anyway. Using the eraser head of a pencil, James removed the picture from the envelope. He noticed it was addressed to ‘DiscipliNation, Attention: Amanda’. “Is this the way most mail comes addressed?”

“No, some of the suppliers use my name if we’ve been working on something special, but normally mail is sent in the club’s name only,” Amanda explained.

“You said this was the latest threat, what else has happened?” And why the hell wasn’t I notified after the first one? Bringing it up at this point would only muddle the issue, but he did intend to make damn sure he was aware of each development from here on out.

“First, I received an email. It wasn’t such a blatant threat.” She shook her head. “I thought maybe it was a joke or something, so I didn’t tell anyone.”

“Bring it up on the laptop. He needs to see it.” André pointed to his computer lying at the end of the counter.

Amanda pulled it onto her lap and brought up her email. The image showed her face superimposed onto another woman’s body. The woman was tied to post and receiving a whipping. Across the bottom was written ‘Let’s Party, Bitch’.

“It was sent by a Master X. Do you know anyone who goes by that name? It sounds a little melodramatic.”

Amanda gave him a tenuous smile then shook her head. André confirmed what James had assumed. “We don’t have any members who use that name.”

“What else has happened?” He knew there was more. Amanda looked like hell. She had dark circles under her eyes and her hands had trembled as she’d logged into the computer. This had been bothering her for a while. James looked at the date on the message. She’d received it over a week ago.

images Tori Carson is On the Bench

 bondageanniversary_2 (1)What was the first book you had published?

My first book was Bondage Anniversary. It came out back in January.

What was your initial reaction when offered that first contract?

Oh my goodness! I was dancing around the house like a crazy fool.

Of the books you have written is there one that holds a special place in your heart and why?

My favourite so far has to be Bondage Wedding. The lead characters, James and Amanda, were insistent their story be told. They invaded my dreams, my showers, even a day trip I took with my family. They still tease me about it.

Are you a disciplined writer or do you have to wait for the muse to arrive? Do you have a ritual that gets you in the mood?

I write every day, probably ten hours or more. After I get my husband off to work, I sit down and get busy. If anything is going to get done, I have to have a Diet Pepsi within reach and my son’s dog, Duncan lying across my feet keeping them warm.

What was the last book you read?

The last book I read was Erik Clarke’s book Night. I didn’t get any writing done that day. I couldn’t put it down.

What are you working on now?

Right now, I’m working on the fifth book in the Desired Discipline series, Bondage Unlimited. André and Adriana are giving James and Amanda a run for their money in the most talkative character race. They too are constantly talking to me. Not that I’m complaining. I love it! They’re great.

What genre would you like to try and write that is different from your own?

I have a suspenseful romance bouncing around in my head. The lead character is on the run from a drug cartel. Once the Desired Discipline series comes to an end, I’d like to give that story a shot.

When you receive edits are you Teary and Disillusioned or Feisty and Focussed?

I’m both. First feisty and focussed, then my resolve usually turns into tears. My husband is always there beside me though, cheering me on. It’s hard to stay down for long when I have him supporting my efforts.

What is one thing in your books you’d like to try?

James and Amanda adore mid-century modern architecture. Their dream is to buy and restore homes to their previous grandeur. I’d love to do something like that.





Now for some hard hitters with an Aussie flavour!

A sport /sportsperson that you watch? (C’mon there must be one) OR An embarrassing sporting memory.

I’m a baseball fan. The Diamondbacks are the hometown favourites. Basketball is good too. I’ll always root for the Phoenix Suns. Jerry Colangelo was the original owner of both. I admire his vision and persistence in bringing the teams to Arizona.

Favourite Aussie Author/Actor /Musician?

I’m going to take a trip on the way back machine and go with Errol Flynn. He was the perfect leading man. His ready smile and little lock of hair dangling down just do it for me.

Your view on Vegemite?

I hate to admit this, but I’ve never tried it.

Formal dinner party or backyard barbeque?

Definitely a backyard barbeque! I’ll take a lawn chair, Diet Pepsi, and good friends over stuffy formality any day.

Adventure holiday or relaxing by the pool?

An adventure holiday for me, please. I love to hike and explore. Living on the edge of the Tonto National Forest, we are constantly hitting the trails.

Favourite Aussie holiday place or one you’ve always wanted to visit?

If I ever had the pleasure of visiting Australia, I’d have to check out Tasmania. I understand the mountains and lagoons are spectacular.

To find out more about Tori and her books here check out her website or Facebook page

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Goddess Fish Promotions presents The Maid of Milan by Beverley Eikli – Book Blast


The Maid of Milan

by Beverly Eikli

Beverly will award a
$20 Amazon book voucher and a digital copy of The Reluctant Bride to a randomly
drawn commenter during the tour.



After three years of marriage, Adelaide has fallen in love with the handsome, honourable husband who nurtured her through her darkest hours.

Now Adelaide’s former lover, the passionate poet from whose arms she was torn by her family during their illicit liaison in Milan six years previously has returned, a celebrity due to the success of his book The Maid of Milan.

High society is as desperate to discover the identity of his ‘muse’ as Adelaide is to protect her newfound love and her husband’s political career.


The following scene takes place when Adelaide has discovered that not only is she in love with the husband she reluctantly consented to wed, but that she wants him to be in no doubt about her desire to take intimacy to a higher level. Adelaide’s mother has perpetuated a lie to hide her daughter’s sinful past, telling Tristan that Adelaide is an invalid who must be kept calm at all costs if she is not to succumb to hysteria.


Tossing aside the bed covers, Adelaide shifted to make room for him, snuggling against his chest when he yielded slightly, nevertheless terrified of his reaction. She was blatantly seducing – no, trying to seduce – her husband for the first time in her life and she had no idea whether he’d be horrified or delighted. She just knew she had to convey to him her receptiveness for taking intimacy to a higher level.

So far so good. He was breathing more rapidly, she noticed, as he carefully removed his boots. She willed him to hurry. She was on fire. She closed her eyes in anticipation, her mind whirling with all the possibilities of what she might say, but the words with which she’d intended to

unburden her heart were lost in the passion of his kiss. Scorching. It shocked her, as did the speed with which he moved now as he caged her body with his, his hands roaming over her as he trailed hot kisses along her jawline, down her neck, across her décolletage. Adelaide arched with impatience, resisting the urge to be the one to unbutton his trousers.

‘God, Addy, I love you,’ he muttered as he gripped the hem of her shift to raise it, nuzzling her neck. ‘I’ve never loved any woman as I love you. Are you sure you want—?’

Her reassurance that she’d never wanted anything so much was truncated by a sharp rap on the door and her mother’s nasal whine on the other side.

‘Addy? I’ve brought you something to help you sleep. Can I come in?’

Horrified, she and Tristan bolted upright as the door knob turned.

‘Wait, mother!’ Addy pulled the covers up to her chin as Tristan leapt to the floor, straightening his cravat and pulling on his boots with lightning speed.

‘Why, Tristan …?’ Mrs Henley’s cloying smile didn’t fool Adelaide. ‘I didn’t know you were here. I’m so sorry to interrupt.’

Adelaide felt like seizing the mug her mother carried with such false solicitude and hurling it at the wall. Instead, she hurled herself back down onto her bed with a sob as her husband bowed before leaving the room.



AuthorPic Bev2013 ARRA finalistAUTHOR Bio and Links:

Beverley Eikli is the author of eight historical romances. In 2012 she won UK Women’s Fiction publisher Choc-Lit’s Search for An Australia Star competition with her suspenseful, Napoleonic espionage Romance The Reluctant Bride, which has just been shortlisted by Australian Romance Readers for Favourite Historical in 2013.

In 2011 she was nominated for an ARRA award for her Regency romance A Little Deception, and in 2012 for her racy Regency Romp, Rake’s Honour, written under her Beverley Oakley pseudonym.

Eikli wrote her first romance when she was seventeen. However, drowning the heroine on the last page was, she discovered, not in the spirit of the genre so her romance-writing career ground to a halt and she became a journalist.

After throwing in her job on South Australia’s metropolitan daily The Advertiser to manage a luxury safari lodge in the Okavango Delta, in Botswana, she discovered a new world of romance and adventure in a thatched cottage in the middle of a mopane forest with the handsome Norwegian bush pilot she met around a camp fire.

Twenty years later, after exploring the world in the back of Cessna 404s and CASA 212s as an airborne geophysical survey operator during low-level sorties over the French Guyanese jungle and Greenland’s ice cap, Eikli is back in Australia teaching in the Department of Professional Writing & Editing at Victoria University, as well as teaching Short Courses for the Centre of Adult Education and Macedon Ranges Further Education.

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March 10:

1: Laurie’s Thoughts and Reviews

2: The
Simple Things in Life

3: Ms.Stuart Requests the
Pleasure of Your Company

4: Books on Silver Wings

5: Christine Young author

March 11:

1: Andi’s Book Reviews

2: Queen of the Night

3: Wickedly Wanton Tales

4: Nickie’s Views and

5: A to Z Reviews

6: Beckstar Reviews

March 12:

1: Deal Sharing Aunt

2: Stories of Romance

3: Sandra’s Blog

4: Christine Elaine Black

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1: Reading, Writing and

2: Sexy Adventures Passionate

3: The eBook Promotions

4: Donna
Gallagher Romance

5: Charlene Raddon’s

6: Blue
Rose Romance

March 14:

1: Rachel Brimble Romance

2: Margay Leah Justice

3: Straight from the Library

4: Bookgirl Knitting

March 17:

1: Brooke Blogs

2: My Devotional Thoughts

3: Welcome to My World of Dreams

March 18:

1: Rose and Beps Blog

2: Romance
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3: Long and Short Reviews

4: Two Ends of the Pen

March 19:

1: Doing Some Reading

2: Cynthia Gail

3: Imagine a World

4: Punya Reviews…

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1: Hope. Dreams. Life…

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3: Tamaria Soana

4: It’s Raining Books

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1: Buried Under Romance

2: Reviews By Molly

3: Romantic Historical

Rough Weather by Lisabet Sarai – Excerpt and Contest details

So what has Lisabet Sarai been up to you ask? Well here is a preview of her latest release Rough Weather published by Totally Bound. Read on for contest details on how to win a copy of Rough Weather plus a copy of its sequel,  Hot Spell, the book in which Ondine and Marut first made their appearance.


Paranormal M/F erotic romance

Available from Total-E-Bound:

Approximately 15,000 words

Tagline and Blurb

roughweather_800Destiny hides in the tempest’s heart

Ondine has always felt at home in the sea. Orphaned at birth and raised by her grandmother on the island of Martha’s Vineyard, she has never really questioned her extraordinary affinity for the watery world. She concentrates on her work as a marine biologist, spends her weekends relaxing among the waves and worries about human threats to her beloved ocean environment. Fears of a deadly pregnancy like her mother’s make her cautious about sex.

When she encounters an attractive but arrogant engineer on her private beach, surveying the site for a prospective off-shore wind farm, anger is her first reaction. A casual touch, however, transforms that emotion to incomprehensible, irresistible, terrifying lust.

Ebony-skinned Marut has his own talents—aside from his uncanny ability to swamp Ondine with desire. He can control the winds and summon storms. He informs Ondine that they share a supernatural heritage and claims she is his destined mate. She responds with scepticism and tries to resist the charismatic Haitian, but ultimately her scientist’s training won’t permit her to deny the evidence of her senses—and her heart. As a brutal northeaster batters the island and Marut’s life hangs in the balance, Ondine learns that true power lies in surrender to her elemental nature.

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of light bondage.

Excerpt  – Rated R


She whirled to face him. She hadn’t heard the squeak of the old screen door hinges, yet there he was, tall and dark as a thunderhead—gloriously naked. His piercing eyes pinned her in place. His noble forehead arched up to the explosion of frizzy curls that framed his skull. His skin gleamed as though it had been oiled. He stood before her—no, loomed above her—his muscled legs parted, his arms crossed over his chest, sniffing for her all-too-obvious scent. His nostrils flared like a thoroughbred racehorse and his prominent lips curled into a confident smile.

And there, rising from its nest of inky fur, was the cock she’d caressed out on the beach, a proud cylinder of dark flesh with a slick, mauve cap. In their frenzied groping upon the rocks, she hadn’t really seen his organ clearly, but now…

She’d read that primitive cultures worshipped the phallus as the source of all power. Now she understood, in a most visceral sense, how this could be. She wanted to fall on her knees before this vision of male potency, to beg for a touch, for a taste. Use me, something in her cried, though in fact his beauty and vitality struck her dumb. Helpless, terrified, swamped by need, she waited for him to make the first move.

The strange wind blew around them. Marut’s eyes glittered like chips of hematite. He stared into her soul, asking questions she didn’t dare acknowledge. Unable to bear his scrutiny for more than a few moments, she dropped her gaze to his bare feet, graceful and strong as the rest of him, and waited for him to take her.

“Ondine.” Her name on his lips was moonlight on a tropical lagoon, a gentle surf kissing the shore.

He won’t hurt me, she realised with sudden conviction. Then why was she so afraid?

He reached for her. She sucked air into her lungs, tensing against that first touch that she knew would drown her in irresistible lust. Instead, without any skin-to-skin contact, he took the T-shirt dangling from her hand and pulled it over his head.

Startled, she looked up. His massive erection bobbed against his white-clad belly, more prominent than ever.

“I’ll go now,” he told her. He turned to pull his pants off the line, sending clothes pins flying. As Ondine watched in fascination, he struggled into the tight garment and zipped away his swollen member. “I’d rather stay, but I don’t think you’re ready yet to face who and what you are.”

The bulge under the denim taunted her. Her mouth watered at her recollection of his smoothness, his hardness, his overwhelming maleness. Still she couldn’t bring herself to speak, to ask for what she wanted.

“I’ve left my mobile number for you on the kitchen table.” He headed in that direction and she followed like some mute animal. “If you call, I can be here in less than half an hour. I’m staying in Edgartown.”

“Um—ah—thanks.” She walked him to the front porch, where he’d left his boots. As he crouched to tie the laces, she marvelled that such a simple act could be so incredibly sensual.

When he was shod, he hoisted his pack full of equipment and faced her once more. He reached out to cup her cheek, following the curve without actually touching her. “I’m so grateful I found you,” he murmured. “I’ve been alone for a very long time.”

Sparks prickled across the gap between their flesh.

“But you need to realise that you’re in control. I won’t make a move unless you ask. I respect you, Ondine. I know before long that I’ll love you, as I did in my last life, and that you’ll love me.”

Love? This awful craving doesn’t feel like love. More like some disease.

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Win a copy of Rough Weather plus a copy of its sequel,  Hot Spell, the book in which Ondine and Marut first made their appearance. To enter, send an email to with the subject line “Rough Weather Giveaway”. Contest closes on March 31, 2014.

lisabetFaceLisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – more than fifty single author titles, plus dozens of short stories in various erotic anthologies, including the Lambda winner Where the Girls Are and the IPPIE Best Erotic Book of 2011, Carnal Machines. Her gay scifi erotic romance Quarantine won a Rainbow Awards 2012 Honorable Mention.

Lisabet has more degrees than anyone would ever need, from prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed by her chosen genre.  She has traveled widely and currently lives in Southeast Asia with her indulgent husband and two exceptional felines, where she pursues an alternative career that is completely unrelated to her creative writing.

For more information about Lisabet and her writing, visit her website ( or her blog Beyond Romance ( She also hangs out at the group blog Oh Get a Grip (, writes monthly reviews for Erotica Revealed ( and contributes to the ERWA blog (

Jennifer Wright Welcomes Back Guest Author Donna Gallagher!

Welcome Back Guest Author Donna Gallagher!

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Welcome Back Guest Author Donna Gallagher!.



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